Last night I had a scattered dream that started with a walk.
I was alone and in the woods and there was nobody there with whom I could talk.
Suddenly I was in the city and waiting to board a bus.
A woman behind me was disturbed and making a horrible fuss.
I turned to try to calm her down but it was man standing there silently.
I turned back toward the bus and saw people fighting violently.
I did not wish to join the fight so I turned to walk away.
This was when my dream changed again for I was in another day.
Now I was on my uncle’s farm swimming in his pond.
I know this was more tranquil, brought to me by memories so fond.
When I left the water I was completely clothes and I was not wet.
I found myself where my dream started but much to my regret
The trees had been cut down and now houses stood and I was walking in the street.
I was climbing aboard that bus where I quietly took a seat.
My mind wanted to bring back the woods with its trees and beautiful flowers.
Alas, I was on the bus now and would be there for several hours.
Where the bus would take me I would never know.
I awakened from my sleep before I reached where ever I would go.
I can only wonder where this dream was leading and why it was so scattered.
It could be a reflection for many times our life’s dreams are dropped and shattered.
I believe the woods gave way to the architect’s pen and the builders who cut down the trees.
I was on a bus heading for I know not where and wishing to feel the breeze.
The sadness is that every day life becomes more complicated and we long for simpler times of yesteryear.
I long for times when things were easier and full of memories that I hold dear.
As I ride around the town where I grew up I notice how it has changed.
Wooded areas are now no more and the streets are rearranged.
Maybe this is what my dream was saying. Maybe this is why it was scattered so.
My mind is rearranging itself… where it will lead, I do not know.